Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Davidson Forum on Reformed Theology
Dr. Otatti,
- Matthew’s Lord’s Prayer
- to “ ..father who is in secret…”
- understood to be an instruction as well as an actual prayer
- Luke, Ch. 2-4
- After “teachings” in other areas
- Prayer then is also a teaching on how to pray
- Heidelberg Catechism (2nd Gen)
- Lords Prayer
- Important because
- Part of our gratitude
- 120, 129, catechumen learns by doing and reflecting
- John Calvin “Institutes of Christian Religion”
- Ch20, Bk 3, Topic of Prayer
- “True wisdom is knowledge of God and ourselves”
- knowledge of self = knowledge of God
- prayer = secret and hidden philosophy
- = experientially wisdom, insisting self is a relation to God and others
- “our father” indicates love and excellent care
- also, out, we are all one family
- Communion with God = Community with others
- Pray for only what is modeled in the prayer
- Walter Rauschenbusch
- Claimed we had missed the meanign of the prayer
- Does NOT focus on individual soul and eternal reward
- Kingdom – precedes and outranks all religion
- We pray the divine resolution
- It is a political and social institution
- Again OUR daily bread
- Leonardo Boff
- Process.. the prayer is headed for a destination
- A Final place of “ peace and justice”
- Sees the prayer as a prayer of liberation, it PUTS you in a place
- Kingdom = total revolution of structures
- Fears that “our daily bread” is “reduced” to just the sacraments
- This prayer takes bodily need seriously
- Material meaning serves the Eucharistic meaning
Usually we press piety and prayer into the service of our own selfish desires --- we NEED to be taught how to pray.
What is the background of the apostle’s original question, how should we pray?Thursday, January 07, 2010
I try to have a little cheese every day
From Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, quite possibly one of the best shows created in recent years...
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
...its better that way
"Roll your leg over, Roll your leg over
Roll your leg over it's better that way..."
As one of five men in your trailer we knew you were ready for us
Cause we saw the wide smile--beneath your abused clitoris.
If all the young lasses were as lusty as you
Then all men alive would need not one cock but two.
A bride for Frankenstein's monster is how you got your start
But, you being so ample they couldn't scrounge enough parts.
I thought to console you but then heard you screaming
Then I saw Igor leave your room, his face wet and beaming.
When I asked of his obvious talents to munch
He shrugged and he sighed and said, "Call it a hunch."
With bosoms that ample who could want more?!
Although more hands I could wish, three... maybe four?
If washing's your trade and quick wit your joy,
It's no wonder the men leave you alone with your toys.
"Roll your leg over, Roll your leg over
Roll your leg over it's better that way..."
Monday, December 07, 2009
Rumi-nation
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now. …
Die, and be quiet….
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless moon
comes out now.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now. …
Die, and be quiet….
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless moon
comes out now.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Vetern's Day...
by Siegfried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Monday, November 02, 2009
towriteagain
i fathom despairing feathers
that lace along the waters edge
keeping time with the deep color of the current
a rush of air then lifts
them higher
your blessings
my easy goodbye--
what is the word . . .?
I need
another word for goodby that means
"oh-how-i-hate-to-see-you-leave-and-feel-the-cool-distance"
a word that means
i love you so muh
our parting makes me come just
a little apart, when i too, turn
to leave.
our back echo that unexisting word.
perhaps laughing
is like rising, like growing
from the inside out
put back your wounds and pardon your past
rest in comfort
for your battle
is already won
snow.
they are flakes of history
i saw them outside your window.
three years of love, or so,
the seasons themselves attest
just because it is hard,
does not mean it is not
the right thing
you have always been
the right thing
that lace along the waters edge
keeping time with the deep color of the current
a rush of air then lifts
them higher
your blessings
my easy goodbye--
what is the word . . .?
I need
another word for goodby that means
"oh-how-i-hate-to-see-you-leave-and-feel-the-cool-distance"
a word that means
i love you so muh
our parting makes me come just
a little apart, when i too, turn
to leave.
our back echo that unexisting word.
perhaps laughing
is like rising, like growing
from the inside out
put back your wounds and pardon your past
rest in comfort
for your battle
is already won
snow.
they are flakes of history
i saw them outside your window.
three years of love, or so,
the seasons themselves attest
just because it is hard,
does not mean it is not
the right thing
you have always been
the right thing
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